One day, will I wake up in tailpipe dust
craving venom blossoming on poison vines
the dam had ruptured
and then I bled out
an oxymoron
afraid to die
fantasies of death's decay
when out of place
like acid drops on a docile leaf
withered away, receding
the flower melted seeping to the center of the Earth
the world having ceased

I can be a liar, I can be an honest man
I can cheat and steal, I can be fair and giving
I can find sadness, I can find happiness
I can be jealous, I can be trusting

I can be more, I can be less

I can be loving, I can be hateful
I can be here, I can be gone
I can be compassionate, I can be careless
I can be a lover, I can be a fighter

I can be whatever I want to be

I can do what I want, I can do what I don't
I can say hello, I can say goodbye
I can sleep, I can stay awake
I can make, I can break

The fact that I can, makes me the luckiest man. To do what I want this second, again and again.
Forever
I will never give up my feathers.
Help me fly my wings, as long as I believe.
You will never let me fall as long as I believe.

Inhaling the essence of oxygen
never once tainted by pollution
the taste of your breath on my skin
washing me in waves, eradicating all the pain
eroding the mountains of my own self hatred
*that would be the purest mixture of air